I like to say that
I’m just fine
on my own and
that I don’t need you
anymore.

I try to believe that
someday
I’ll feel like me again,
and a little
less shattered.

But deep down inside,
in that place
I try to ignore
my biggest fear is large
and loud.

What if I’m
too broken
to ever completely
put myself
back together?

April is National Poetry Month so I’ve pledged to write 30 poems this month. Theoretically, that’s one per day but as long as I finish the month with thirty, I’ll consider that a win. Read more about National Poetry Month at the WordPress Blog.